a love poem or sonnet to the city that i love so much. >> reporter: this is central park the day and night after an ice storm. here's how he does it. >> you never really know what you're going to see until you get up above it. that's when it gets so exciting. >> reporter: to get that bird's eye view, wilkes rents a bucket truck named after a bird, the condor. >> i tell my wife, you know what? instead of that sports car when i'm, you know, 60, maybe a condor would be nice. my own private one snr you want your very own bucket truck. >> yeah, my own bucket truck. reporter: it's dawn on a cold morning again in central park. last fall. >> you can see this is starting already beginning to happen up here with the light and everything that's coming on. >> reporter: that's beautiful. isn't that... yeah, yeah beings right here. >> reporter: wow. the weather forecast. sun and, as important, no wind. >> my eyes are always scanning the scene. i mean i'm really never... we're talking now and i'm already like getting jumpy. i got to get working. >> reporter: with his cameras mounted to the platform